In Phryana's mind, Kleoth was perfection incarnate. The queen was the picture of refined elegance, fiercely loyal to her Weyr and its people all while offering them her deep love and endless support. What flaws she did possess were trivial. Yes, Kleoth tended to overstep her boundaries, not quite able to grasp that there were those who had no need or desire for her presence. She wanted nothing more than to spend time with everyone, and Phryana carefully guided her golden beauty to ensure things didn't grow out of hand... and that no one would turn their barbs upon her.

It was hard to believe that three months had already passed, Phryana mused as she ran an eye over the dragon who had already tripled in length. She was already too big to fit in buildings any longer, much to her dismay, but it hadn't dampened her spirits for long. Now, the young queen was on a mission, and her rider followed along absently with a hand resting on Kleoth's shoulder.

Her smaller, less social sister was on her mind today, and Kleoth steadily made her way towards a spot that she knew Pallath had claimed as hers. If she doesn't want to talk, we need to respect her wishes.

Of course. But I don't think she'll mind a visit. Kleoth said earnestly, and Phryana couldn't help but smile.

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